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After learning that his captain had spoken to Blois, one of the three Saints in the Kingdom, a team member sitting on the edge of the bed moved closer to Dam until he reached the bed and bumped into the guardrail.
"Captain Damm, the Grand Duke of Blois is a nobleman, right?"
The opposing team members laughed and scolded: "Idiot, the Grand Duke is a Duke, of course he is a noble."
Dam didn't pay attention to their fight and continued to talk: "The Grand Duke of Blois... I feel he is a very easy person to get along with."
The team members looked at each other.
One of them said hesitantly: "I thought the Duke of Blois would be very serious and old-fashioned, eh, and a little cold?
At first, he was planning to sacrifice all the city lords in the capital."
Dam shook his head, opened his mouth as if to say something, and finally said nothing. He stood up and put the sniper rifle and the magazine full of special bullets into the storage bag.
"set off!"
"Yes!"
The special operations team left the city of Kedun secretly without informing anyone.
When they arrived outside the city, they immediately quickened their pace, hiding their tracks all the way across the plains, through the green valley and into the enemy-occupied area.
Later they took a short rest in a forest and made a battle plan.
According to the intelligence, the Bauhinia Corps' marching speed was very slow, but no matter how slow it was, it had taken them nearly a month to reach the Allied Forces' territory.
What’s strange is that after the legion entered the country and found a river to set up camp nearby, there was no further movement.
It seems that we are not here to eliminate the enemy and complete the mission, but to travel.
The problem is that even if they are traveling, they should move around, but they are like homebodies, staying in the camp and not taking a step out.
Dam was a little distressed.
After all members of the special forces team were promoted to magic apprentices, their combat effectiveness did rise by more than one level, but... they were still not strong enough to attack a legion composed of all professionals.
You know, although the overall level of the Bauhinia Legion soldiers is much lower than that of the Elf Legion, which also has all-professional soldiers, their combat effectiveness is not something that a mixed legion of ordinary people and professionals can achieve.
Moreover, the special forces' advantages are mobility and high burst damage. They can quickly kill the target and then move to another location immediately to avoid being surrounded by the enemy. If they simply conduct positional warfare, an army of ordinary people can kill them.
Now all the important figures of the enemy army are hiding in the protective circle of the soldiers. Not to mention that they cannot break through the periphery to kill the target, even if they succeed, they will not be able to escape the pursuit.
Their victory does not come from killing the enemy, but from killing the enemy alive.
After thinking for a long time, Dam couldn't come up with a solution.
Seeing that he was frowning, the team member suggested, "Why don't we get closer and observe? We won't be able to figure out a solution if we stay here and think about it anyway."
After weighing the pros and cons for a while, Dam slapped his thigh and said, "Let's do it."
The special forces set off again.
Now they were in the enemy's central area. In order to ensure that their whereabouts were not exposed, they moved forward more cautiously. When choosing a route, they did not consider whether the road was flat and unobstructed, but only considered concealment.
Considering this, the jungle is naturally the most suitable.
The group continued to trek through the woods for several days.
Early one morning.
After a night's rest, Dam led the team out, walking on the thick dead leaves as usual.
stop.
Suddenly, Dam gestured to stop moving forward.
The team members stopped almost at the same time, hid behind the nearest tree, raised their guns and took a alert stance.
After a while, the surroundings were still quiet, with only a few roars of unknown monsters showing their strength in the distance.
The team members tapped their headsets rhythmically.
Dam heard it through his headphones, and instinctively translated the knocking sounds into words.
Enemy, location.
Dam made no move to respond because he had no idea if there were any enemies nearby.
He glanced left and right with a serious look, and wherever his eyes fell, there was peace, but the uneasiness in his heart was growing stronger and stronger, as if a hand was kneading his heart with just the right amount of force, making his breathing obstructed but not suffocating.
What is it? Where is it?
…………
Late at night a day ago.
Commander Sadhu and my aunt cleared a space in the woods, lit a bonfire, and sat around it.
The evening breeze blew, and the dancing firelight reflected on Sadhu's face.
He picked up a dry branch and threw it into the fire. The flames became brighter. He looked at his aunt sitting opposite him and asked, "Why do you have to walk and rest like a normal person?"
One of them is a saint and the other is blessed by god. Not to mention walking for more than half a month, even flying for a month without stopping would be extremely easy.
However, after setting off, my aunt first slapped the sadhu who flew into the sky down, dragged him on foot to hurry on, and even looked for a place to sleep after nightfall.
Sadhu was very puzzled and could not get any answer from his aunt, so he had to remain silent and maintain the status quo.
Until today, he still couldn't help but ask.
"It's a rare opportunity for you to go out, why don't you appreciate the exotic scenery?" My aunt was still wearing the armor that covered her entire body, leaving only her hands exposed.
Sadhu looked around at the night-shrouded forest with an expressionless face: "Aunt, can you tell me what the difference is between the so-called 'exotic scenery' and the mountains and forests outside the imperial capital?"
"Call me Lord Shenyou."
"Lord God." Sadhu sighed silently. Every time his aunt evaded him, he would remember that he was a God.
My aunt was wearing a helmet on her head. Sadhu couldn't see her expression, but she was probably smiling because a faint laugh could be heard from inside the helmet.
"You are just too anxious, otherwise you will definitely be able to be promoted to God's Blessing within a hundred years."
"I'm sorry, Master Shenyou, I failed to live up to your expectations. If I could, I wouldn't have been appointed as the leader of the Bauhinia Corps by the king."
"Call me Auntie."
"aunt."
She nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "Didn't I tell you, there is no absolute in this world."
Without waiting for Sadhu to speak, she began to explain her strange behavior over the past few days: "We didn't let you fly when we set out because they won't be dispatched until half a month later. We'd have to wait even if we arrived early, so why not take a walk and relax."
"I don't need to relax."
"I need to."
"Okay, auntie," Sadhu replied, playing the role of a good nephew, and then continued, "So they are here now?"
"almost."
Sadhu’s depressed mood improved.
Afterwards they finished chatting and each found a branch to sleep on.
Silent all night.
The next morning, Sadhu was ready to set off, but his aunt raised her hand to stop him and signaled with her eyes to fly.
Sadhu was confused as to why he was allowed to fly again.
After a moment he realized that what his aunt had said last night about "soon" was referring to the next morning.
Sadhu felt an inexplicable sense of anticipation mixed with a bit of trepidation as he followed his aunt into the sky.
After flying for more than ten minutes, my aunt in front stopped and looked down at the woods on the ground.
Sadhu followed his aunt's gaze.
Through the gaps between the dense branches and leaves, a team of seven people was moving quickly in the woods.
A few seconds later, when Sadhu was about to ask his aunt if it was them, the captain of the team suddenly stopped and made a strange gesture, and the six team members hid behind the trees beside them.
My aunt's body trembled slightly, causing the parts of the armor to collide with each other.
Amid the dense clanging sounds, my aunt's excited voice came: "It's really... really... really great!"
Chapter 395: Sadhu was a little panicked: What on earth is that thing?
Sadhu understood the source of his aunt's excitement.
Being high in the sky, they used their mental power to clearly know that the area around the ground team was safe and there were no enemies.
The team's previous actions also confirmed this point. The progress was smooth without any stagnation.
However, just a few seconds after he cast his gaze at them, the captain seemed to sense the crisis and looked around vigilantly, trying to find the enemy.
As for who the enemy is, I am the only one at the scene who meets the definition of "enemy".
How did they discover themselves?
The captain was just a magic apprentice, and it was impossible for him to detect me with his mental power, so the answer was obvious: intuition.
The captain's series of reactions were a manifestation of his instincts being stimulated by threats.
He may not know where the enemy is, or even whether there is an enemy. Only his intuition always reminds him with a sense of uneasiness that death is approaching.
Sadhu clenched his fists and said, "Auntie, can I be a child again?"
My aunt was silent for a moment, then raised her hand to take off her helmet. Her long fiery red hair spread out, with the curled ends falling to her waist. The breeze blew her red hair, and it looked like a raging flame.
Her appearance exposed to the air was not particularly stunning, but her ordinary facial features were put together in an unusually harmonious and pleasing to the eye, just like her favorite red wine, which could only be appreciated by careful tasting.
"For the last time." My aunt held the helmet under her arm and raised her index finger with her right fist.
With his worries gone, Sadhu seemed to be freed from his restraints, and his breathing, which had sometimes been light and sometimes heavy, gradually became steady.
He looked at his aunt's face, which seemed to have been frozen in time and had not aged for thousands of years, and a memory emerged before his eyes.
As the eldest son of a prominent magic family, with an aunt who is backed by a divine figure, he can do whatever he wants in the imperial capital after he is born, except for important members of the royal family.
Until my sixteenth birthday.
Sixteen years old is considered as an adult in the Gangnuo Empire. Sadhu is looking forward to the coming-of-age birthday party held by his father for him, and he is so happy that he invites all his friends.
On the way, he ran into a descendant of a magic family with whom he had a grudge.